THE JACK DAWSON DIARIES
Chapter Four
"Where the fuck you been,
you little twat?"
Jack slammed the door behind him
as his dad spat in his face.
"Out," he replied
quietly.
"Out? You been looking for
your bitchy mom, huh? Have you?"
"No."
"Don’t you get smart with
me!"
"I’m not!" he shouted
back. His dad’s eyes were bloodshot, and suddenly he swung his fist into Jack’s
jaw, the force knocking him to the ground.
His eyes were stinging, and in
wild panic, he fought back.
"Don’t do that, you
twat!" his dad screamed.
Jack’s mouth was bleeding
severely. His face was badly bruised. Finally, he saw his chance to escape and
made a run to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He cried in pain and despair and
looked at himself in the mirror. His jaw was swelling up now, so he twisted the
tap on, splashing the freezing water onto his bashed-up face. He didn’t
recognize himself.
He sighed. He was stuck in here
all day, at least until his dad passed out.
Four Hours Later
He could hear Scarlett wailing in
the next room. When she cried, his dad lashed out. Normally, Jack was there to
protect her. But this time, he wasn’t.
"Shut the fuck up!" his
dad screeched.
What if he hurt her so badly that
he ended up killing her? And it would be his fault, because he hadn’t been
there.
It was now or never.